Let me paint a picture for you. Years ago, I came to New York City on a three day vacation. I went home and I decided I couldn’t “be a writer” in Dayton, Ohio. So I called my Human Resources representative to discuss my options, and when she said, “We have an Albany office” I explained it wasn’t NYC, ended the conversation and hit “send” on my resignation email.
Four months later I was living in Brooklyn and my life was on its new track. I got a job, I had a man, I even changed from a press and curl to locs. Reinvention was ME and I loved my decision.
Cut to seven years later. My man broke up with me, my job fired me. I’d been kicked out of my brownstone, and was living in Jersey. None of these was my choice even though I grew to love my home in Jersey. Hello, Reinvention, my old friend.
See, in both scenarios I had to make some major life changes – all of which I survived and everything put me on the track I’m enjoying now. One reinvention led to the next and so on. The difference is for one reinvention – my move – I jumped. And for the other – being fired – sadly, I was pushed.
My life was great in Ohio, but I still jumped. I took a leap of faith that my dream would carry me. Call it intuition, call it youthful exuberance, it doesn’t matter.
My shining moment when I got fired was telling the HR person I had some other opportunities “lined up.” I wasn’t happy there and it took everything I had to drag myself to work. My beau and I were having problems, but I still I hung onto him and my job because I wasn’t ready to leave either. I’d put time into both things and I thought it would be better if I waited until I had a plan to move on. Yet when these people decided they needed an Ella-less life they pushed me. And nope, I didn’t shrivel up and die. I survived the fall.
Taking Steve Harvey’s comments into consideration, I realize that if my plane was plummeting toward earth and it was a do-or-die situation I’d be the first one grabbing the parachute (after the children, etc., of course). Hitting the ground wouldn’t look so bad if I had some of the control. So why should I doubt my ability to make a safe landing if I were strapped to an instructor, had training and a plan in place? Most of the things at which I excel, I don’t do on the fly. I do with planning and forethought. Why are we so afraid to take the initiative in our own lives? Why not go off the side of the plane into the vastness of your future?
Why are we so afraid to jump? What real control do we have? Can’t we be pushed from our comfort zone at any time? So why not jump when we have an idea or a desire?
We know we aren’t happy, but for whatever reason we buckle up and stay on that freaking plane. It feels safer, but the only thing that remains the same is the fact that things will change. [TWEET THIS]
I jumped into the life I have now. I LOVE it and as I build my brand, make new contacts and learn that there is a whole lot more to my abilities than I once knew, I am so glad I did. I know what I feared; the familiarity of getting paid every week and eating all the time. But I was just delaying the inevitable by thinking that way. I’m a survivor.
Don’t be pushed; jump into your change NOW!
Reinvention, change, new…they are all scary things no matter how they come into your life, but you do know they are coming, yes? The only question becomes are you going to prepare for it and jump – do what scares you most now while you have some modicum of control – or are you going to wait to be pushed?
So what about it? What happened in your life to make you change? Was it your decision or did someone show you that you were going to change? How did it work out and what would you do differently next time?